Our house is undergoing some much-needed rehabilitation. Fellow Introverts, those who revel in book/cat/knitting time...you *know* how painful this can be! The body of our home is currently in a great amount of disarray as a result. The long term results of this will be fan-freaking-tastic. It's already starting to look pretty spiffy. However, my oven is in my dining room (pending the kitchen's paint job after tons of plaster-work).
"My oven is in my dining room" pretty much sums up how I feel about this whole process. The house is not in order, and neither I nor my kitties are remotely amused.
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